Chapter 2 - 4

Time passed in a suffocating silence within the imperial grand chambers. Although the human world's air had stabilized their baby's condition, Dokja's soul seemed left far behind in the darkness he had built himself. For two days he had not moved from the bed, only lying on his side facing the window, turning his back to the door and anyone who entered.

That night, the bedroom door opened slowly. No servant entered. Yoo Joonghyuk stepped in alone, carrying a tray containing warm porridge and fresh fruit. He had just finished exhausting state affairs; the collar of his grand shirt was loosened, and his face looked very haggard with dark circles under his eyes.

Joonghyuk placed the tray on the bedside table, creating a soft clinking sound that broke the silence.

"Eat a little, Dokja," Joonghyuk's voice sounded heavy and hoarse.

There was no answer. Dokja did not even move a fingertip. He remained curled under the blanket, staring blankly toward the palace gardens which were beginning to be covered by a thin layer of snow.

Joonghyuk pulled up a chair, sitting in the same position as he had in the demon realm. He took the bowl of porridge, stirring it slowly so the hot steam would subside. He scooped a little, then brought it toward Dokja.

"Just a little. You need the strength for the baby," Joonghyuk urged again. His tone was no longer commanding, but rather pleading very faintly.

Dokja finally spoke, but his tone was as cold as the ice freezing outside. "Take it away. I am not hungry."

"You haven't touched food since this morning, Kim Dokja."

"So what? Isn't that what you wanted before? To see me die slowly with this burden?" Dokja whispered softly, yet every word felt like a razor slicing through Joonghyuk's heart. "Don't act as if you care now. It makes me sick."

Joonghyuk's hand holding the spoon trembled violently. He put the bowl back with a stiff motion. The pain of being ignored and hated this deeply was far more agonizing than any sword wound he had ever received on the battlefield.

"I know I have no right to apologize," Joonghyuk looked down, staring at his own palms which now felt empty. "But at least, do not punish the child for my mistake. He needs nutrition from you."

Dokja remained silent, not budging an inch. He continued to stare at the window outside as if that view was far more interesting than the presence of the man behind him.

Seeing Dokja's stubbornness, Joonghyuk could only let out a long breath laden with despair. He stood up, then covered Dokja's slightly exposed shoulder very slowly, as if touching the most fragile creature in the world.

"I will leave the food here," Joonghyuk said.

He did not go to his own bed. Joonghyuk sat back down on the hard wooden chair, guarding Dokja in silence amidst the darkness of the room which was lit only by a single candle nearly burnt out. They were in the same room, yet the distance between their hearts felt like thousands of miles that could never be crossed again.

The suffocating silence was suddenly broken by a soft knock on the large door of the Emperor's chambers. Joonghyuk jerked, immediately standing from his chair with alertness. Before he could give the order not to enter, the door had already opened slightly.

Mia stood there, carrying Biyoo who looked sleepy in her arms. Joonghyuk immediately took wide strides, trying to block Mia's view of the bed where Dokja was lying.

"Mia, what are you doing here? Return to your room now," Joonghyuk ordered with a low, firm voice, trying to maintain his dignity even though his face looked very tired.

Mia did not budge. She instead stared at her brother with a furrowed brow. "What's wrong with you, Oppa? Lately your face has been so scary. The ministers downstairs are terrified because you keep getting angry. I just want to know what you're hiding in here!"

"None of your business. Get out," Joonghyuk tried to push Mia, then blocked the entrance completely.

However Mia, who was already familiar with her brother's rigid nature, became even more curious. Moreover, Biyoo in her arms suddenly woke up and began to squirm excitedly, as if sensing an energy she recognized very well inside the room.

"Why are you carrying a food tray yourself, Oppa? Usually a servant brings it. Are you hiding someone inside?" Mia started trying to sneak past Joonghyuk's large arm.

"Yoo Mia! Stop!" Joonghyuk was overwhelmed. He could not use force on his sister, and Mia's persistence truly backed him into a corner.

In one lithe movement, Mia managed to trick Joonghyuk and ran lightly into the center of the vast room. Joonghyuk turned around in panic, but he was already too late.

Mia's footsteps suddenly stopped right in front of the Emperor's grand bed. Her eyes widened as she saw the figure of the man she had only met at the border of the demon realm, now lying weak upon her own brother's bed.

"Traveler Ahjussi?!" Mia shouted with a tone that was very shocked yet joyful.

Hearing that shout, Dokja—who earlier only wanted to close himself off—sat up, forced to open his eyes and turn slowly. He saw Mia, and especially Biyoo who had now jumped lightly from Mia's arms, trying to crawl onto the bed to reach Dokja.

"Traveler Ahjussi, why are you here?" Mia asked repeatedly, her eyes moving from the pale Dokja to her brother standing stiffly. "Wait... and why are you sleeping in Joonghyuk Oppa's bed? What is your relationship with this annoying brother of mine?!"

Joonghyuk cleared his throat softly, his throat feeling dry. "Mia, it's... the story is complicated. Dokja is sick, so I brought him here."

"Sick?" Mia squinted her eyes, then her gaze fell upon Dokja's protruding stomach under the blanket. She fell silent for a moment, her brain working fast to connect her brother's sour face lately with Dokja's presence there. "Wait... that stomach..."

Mia turned slowly toward Joonghyuk. "Don't tell me... the baby in Ahjussi's stomach is actually yours, Oppa?!"

That frontal question hit Joonghyuk like a physical attack. The usually invincible Emperor froze in place, his face turning bright red up to his ears. He wanted to deny it, but his tongue was numb. He wanted to confirm it, but he feared seeing Dokja's reaction.

"Tell me!" Mia pressed, making Joonghyuk even more overwhelmed and only able to look away awkwardly.

In the middle of the commotion, Biyoo in Mia's arms began to squirm violently. Her small hands reached out toward Dokja, making small sounds as if calling her mother. Dokja, seeing this, could not bear it. He slowly extended both his hands, which were still slightly trembling.

"It's okay, Mia... bring the baby here," Dokja said with a voice much softer than when he spoke to Joonghyuk earlier.

Mia immediately handed Biyoo into Dokja's arms. Once in Dokja's embrace, Biyoo instantly calmed down and rested her head on Dokja's chest, while her hand touched the Demon King's protruding stomach with affection.

Mia then sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring her brother. She looked at Joonghyuk with a sharp and inquisitive gaze, exactly like a judge presiding over a defendant.

"So it's true, then?" Mia murmured while continuing to stare at Joonghyuk. "No wonder Oppa has been looking like a crazy person lately. Oppa did something bad to Ahjussi until he doesn't want to see your face, right? So that's why Ahjussi asked me to keep everything a secret from you."

Joonghyuk could only stand frozen in the corner of the room, feeling very small under his sister's gaze and Dokja's presence, who was now completely ignoring him for Biyoo's sake.

"Dokja, I..." Joonghyuk tried to speak, but Mia immediately cut him off. "Ssh! Don't be noisy, Oppa! Ahjussi needs rest, don't disturb him with that heavy voice of yours!"

The grand Emperor could finally only let out a resigned sigh, realizing that inside this room, he no longer held any power.

The atmosphere inside the grand chamber suddenly became very awkward. Mia and Biyoo's presence did thaw the atmosphere slightly, but the tension between Joonghyuk and Dokja remained like a thread pulled too tight, ready to snap at any moment.

Joonghyuk tried to pick up the bowl of porridge he had set down. "Dokja, eat. Mia is here, don't let her see you weak like this."

"I told you I don't want to," Dokja replied curtly, his eyes remaining on Biyoo, as if Joonghyuk's presence in the room was merely a disturbance in the air.

"Just a little. Don't be stubborn," Joonghyuk's voice began to rise due to worry mixed with frustration.

Dokja finally looked up, staring at Joonghyuk with a piercing, cold gaze. "You are the stubborn one. Just get out of here if you only want to order me around."

Mia, sitting between them, looked back and forth between her Oppa and the Ahjussi. She could feel the uncomfortable chill. The atmosphere between the two was no longer like strangers, but like two people who had wounds too deep to touch each other with words.

"Oppa..." Mia called softly, her face looking uncomfortable. "Can Oppa stop talking like that? Ahjussi is looking even paler."

Joonghyuk fell silent, his hand holding the spoon clenching again. He realized every time he opened his mouth, Dokja closed himself off even more. His presence here seemed to only make Dokja's breathing feel more suffocating.

Dokja went back to stroking Biyoo's hair, ignoring Joonghyuk's gaze which seemed to be pleading. "Mia, can you just stay here and accompany me? I prefer talking with you and Biyoo."

Those words were a subtle yet decisive expulsion for Joonghyuk.

Mia looked at her Oppa with pity, but she also knew that right now, Joonghyuk's presence only made things worse. "Oppa... I think it's better if you go out first. Let me and Biyoo take care of Ahjussi here. You're only making the atmosphere tense."

Joonghyuk froze. He looked at Dokja, who still refused to turn toward him, then at Mia, who had already begun to play with Biyoo on the bed. A great sense of loneliness suddenly squeezed the Emperor's chest in his own private bedroom.

"Fine," Joonghyuk said finally, his voice sounding very low and resigned. "If anything happens, call me immediately."

Joonghyuk turned away, his footsteps feeling heavy as he walked toward the door. Before leaving, he glanced back one last time, seeing Dokja wearing a thin smile—a very rare smile that occurred only because Biyoo was tugging at the ends of his hair.

A smile that was not for him.

The grand door closed with a soft thud, leaving Joonghyuk in the cold palace corridor, while inside the room, Dokja could finally breathe a sigh of relief without the burden of those golden eyes that always haunted him.

. . .

Once the grand door closed and the sound of Joonghyuk's footsteps faded, the tension in Dokja's shoulders slowly dissolved. He exhaled a long breath he had been holding.

Mia saw the opportunity. She immediately reached for the tray of porridge that Dokja had previously ignored. "Ahjussi, come on, eat just a little. So the baby in here doesn't get hungry," Mia said in a soft, coaxing tone, very different from her brother's rigid manner. For some reason, without Joonghyuk's suffocating presence, Dokja's appetite returned slightly. He slowly opened his mouth, accepting spoonful after spoonful from Mia.

While feeding him, Mia seemed cautious. She didn't want to ask too much because she could feel the weight of the problem between the two men. "Forgive Joonghyuk Oppa, okay," Mia murmured softly. "He is indeed rough, his speech is always curt, and his face is scary. But actually, he is a caring brother... he's just very stupid at showing it."

Dokja remained silent as he listened. He did not return Mia's praise for Joonghyuk. To him, Joonghyuk's attention now felt far too late compared to the wounds of six hundred years ago. However, he also didn't want to ruin Mia's perception of her brother.

After the tray was empty, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Mia set down the bowl and stared at Dokja's protruding stomach with sparkling eyes. Biyoo also joined in, pressing her cheek against it.

"Wow, so I'm really going to be an aunt, huh?" Mia chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with a light joke. "I didn't expect Joonghyuk Oppa could do something like this. I thought he only knew how to hold a sword."

Dokja could only offer a thin smile, feeling a bit amused and sad at Mia's innocent words. Mia then reached out her hand, stroking Dokja's stomach very carefully, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world. "I wonder... is it a boy or a girl? Will it be like you, who is kind-hearted, or like Joonghyuk Oppa, who is fierce?"

Dokja looked down at Mia's small hand on his stomach. For the first time since arriving at this palace, he felt a genuine warmth. "I don't know yet, Mia... but I only want the child to grow up healthy."

"They will definitely be healthy!" Mia exclaimed confidently. "Just look, they have a great aunt like me, and there's Biyoo to guard them too."

Seeing Mia and Biyoo so enthusiastic about welcoming the new life, Dokja's heart warmed slightly, even though he knew that behind those doors, the father of this baby remained the figure he most wanted to avoid.

. . .

That night, the grand chamber that usually felt cold and haunting turned into the warmest place in the entire palace. Mia truly fulfilled her promise to accompany Dokja, as if she wanted to repay all the silence the man had experienced thus far.

They spent hours in light conversation that flowed naturally. Mia told stories of how chaotic the palace had been since Dokja's departure, about Biyoo who often stared at the window as if searching for someone, and the silly behavior of the ministers who trembled every time Joonghyuk entered the meeting room. Dokja mostly listened, occasionally giving a small response or a thin smile when Biyoo made funny movements on his blanket.

Mia and Biyoo's presence seemed to be an antidote to the poison in Dokja's soul, which had long been trapped in grudge and trauma. For a few hours, he forgot he was in the lion's den, in the bed belonging to the man he hated most.

There, he could only stroke Mia's head gently until the little girl fell asleep from the exhaustion of storytelling. Biyoo had also curled up peacefully right next to Dokja's stomach, as if guarding the sibling still inside. Dokja himself could not fall asleep immediately. He stared at the ceiling, listening to the steady breathing of Mia and Biyoo. Outside the tightly closed door, he knew someone was still awake, standing in the darkness of the corridor just to ensure they were safe.

Unknowingly, morning came creeping in through the gap in the silk curtains. The pale winter sunlight began to illuminate the room, revealing the remnants of last night's warmth.

When the bedroom door slowly creaked open in the morning, Joonghyuk stepped in very quietly, carrying clean clothes and warm water. He stopped for a moment at the threshold, his eyes softening at the sight before him: Mia and Biyoo still sleeping in messy positions, and Dokja, who was actually already awake, staring toward the window with a gaze slightly calmer than yesterday.

"You're awake?" Joonghyuk whispered, his voice hoarse, typical of someone who hadn't slept all night.

Dokja turned slowly; there were no curt words that morning. He only looked at Joonghyuk in silence, letting the peaceful atmosphere left by Mia linger between them, at least for a moment.

After hearing Mia's advice yesterday, Joonghyuk seemed to have learned to restrain himself. He no longer forced his heavy voice to break the silence, nor did he stare at Dokja with the demanding gaze that usually made the man feel suffocated.

With very careful movements, Joonghyuk leaned down. He lifted Mia with one strong arm, then positioned Biyoo in the crook of his other arm. Both children only squirmed slightly without waking, feeling safe in the embrace of the Emperor who usually looked so intimidating.

Joonghyuk glanced at Dokja for a second. Their gazes met in the middle of the still-dim dawn light, but Joonghyuk immediately broke the eye contact. He didn't want his presence to ruin the peace Dokja had just found. Without a word, he turned to carry them out of the room so Dokja could rest more freely.

Dokja fell silent, his eyes fixed on Joonghyuk's broad back as it moved away. The back that usually looked sturdy and cold as a tyrant emperor now looked different. There, behind the slightly loose robe, was a tangible tenderness as he carried Mia and Biyoo. There was a sense of safety radiating from the way the man protected the children's heads from being bumped.

For some reason, a thin blush suddenly appeared on Dokja's cheeks. His heart betrayed him, beating slightly faster at the sight of Joonghyuk as a protector, or perhaps, as the image of a husband to the child he once dreamed of.

As soon as the door closed with a very subtle click, Dokja immediately shook his head hard. He covered his face with one hand, trying to banish the image of Joonghyuk's back from his mind.

"Stupid... what are you thinking, Kim Dokja?" Dokja cursed himself in a suppressed voice.

He rubbed his chest, trying to calm the nonsensical thumping. He hated how easily his defenses wavered because of a single gentle act from that man. Six hundred years of trauma and the hatred he had nurtured seemed to be at war with the side of his heart that still deeply longed for the warmth he had just witnessed.

"Don't be fooled again," he whispered faintly to the empty air, forcing his eyes to look toward the window, refusing to admit that a small part of him wanted Joonghyuk to come back in and stay.

. . .

Several days had passed in the imperial palace. The atmosphere in the Emperor's office that morning was very tense. Mountains of documents piled high on the large table, and Uriel was in a terrifyingly hardworking mode. As the Emperor's right hand, Uriel did not hesitate to dictate policy with a firm voice, occasionally scolding Joonghyuk, who seemed unfocused because his thoughts were always left in his bedroom.

"Your Majesty! If you don't sign these files now, the mana supply for the western sector will be obstructed! Focus!" Uriel exclaimed while slamming a stack of papers on the table.

Joonghyuk only sighed heavily, massaging his throbbing temples. He was just about to reply to Uriel when the large office door opened slowly.

Uriel, who was at the peak of her emotions, immediately turned toward the door with a sharp gaze, ready to scold anyone who dared to interrupt without permission. "Who is—"

Uriel's sentence stopped mid-air.

From behind the door, Kim Dokja stepped in. This was the first time Dokja had come out of the room after days of secluding himself. He was no longer wearing the heavy black clothes of the Demon King, but a long white silk gown that was very simple yet looked extraordinarily elegant on his body.

The white fabric fell beautifully, giving an impression of purity and fragility, while his protruding stomach provided a graceful curve. His skin, starting to blush from the fresh human world air, and his black hair, blowing slightly in the gentle breeze from the corridor, made him look like a deity descended from the heavens.

Uriel, who had looked like a lion ready to pounce, suddenly froze. Her eyes widened, her face flushed instantly, and her hand holding the pen trembled. She was stunned, completely losing her words at the sight of Dokja's beauty radiating so brightly in that white attire.

Uriel, who had never seen the figure of the Demon King in person—especially in such a soft condition—was truly stuck in place. She, who had been scolding the Emperor fiercely, suddenly dropped her quill to the floor. Her eyes followed every step of the man in the white gown with a look of disbelief, as if the entire stack of documents on her desk no longer held any meaning.

Joonghyuk had already stood up first. He froze behind his grand desk, his breath hitched. He knew Dokja's nature; the man would not care to step out of his comfort zone unless something truly urgent was happening.

Seeing the aura of tension starting to creep between the two men, Joonghyuk immediately took action before Uriel could ask further.

"Follow me to the next room," Joonghyuk said with a low but firm voice.

Dokja did not argue. He walked past Uriel without giving even a single glance, leaving the Emperor's right hand still stunned with her mouth slightly open. Joonghyuk followed behind him, closing the connecting door tightly, leaving a heavy silence in that private room.

Now they were alone. Dokja stood with his back straight, his right hand resting gently on his stomach protruding beneath the smooth white cloth. His face looked very firm, cold, and calm—an expression showing that his decision could not be contested.

"I want to return now," Dokja said without preamble. His voice was flat, containing no emotion whatsoever.

Joonghyuk flinched slightly. His eyes narrowed, staring at Dokja with a gaze filled with surprise and suppressed rejection.

Joonghyuk heard the request with a body that suddenly went stiff. The sentence "I want to return" hit him harder than any physical attack. He flinched, his eyes staring at Dokja with a flicker of genuine shock, but that shock quickly faded, replaced by a dim gaze full of resignation.

He was silent for a long time. Joonghyuk remembered Mia's words, and remembered how Dokja always turned his face away every time he approached. He didn't want to be a prison for Dokja. He didn't want to be the figure who made the man feel suffocated or uncomfortable anymore.

After a long and heavy sigh, Joonghyuk finally looked up.

"Fine," Joonghyuk answered without a moment's hesitation. His voice sounded flat yet laden with emotions he was suppressing deep down. "If that is truly what you want, I will not hold you back any longer."

Dokja was slightly stunned. He had mentally prepared himself for an argument, to hurl sharp words if Joonghyuk tried to use his authority as emperor to keep him there. However, Joonghyuk's immediate agreement left him speechless.

"When do you wish to depart?" Joonghyuk asked again, this time stepping a little closer while still maintaining a respectful distance.

"Tomorrow," Dokja answered shortly, trying to regain his cold expression. "I am telling you this only so you do not cause a scene looking for me."

Joonghyuk was initially silent, but he nodded slowly. "I understand. I will prepare the portal myself tomorrow morning," Joonghyuk said in a very calm tone. "You do not need to waste your mana or the baby's energy for dimensional teleportation. Rest well tonight."

Dokja stared at Joonghyuk with a gaze that wavered slightly. He had not expected Joonghyuk to make things this easy, allowing him to leave without demands, even offering help to facilitate his journey. There was something different in Joonghyuk's gaze; the explosive ego was gone, replaced only by a sincere desire for Dokja not to be burdened.

However, Dokja quickly dismissed his surprise. He did not want his heart to soften just because of the man's change in attitude.

"Suit yourself," Dokja replied curtly.

Without offering thanks or a farewell, Dokja turned and walked out of the room with his chin held high. He passed Uriel again, who was still frozen in place, leaving Joonghyuk alone in a room that suddenly felt far more silent than before.

Joonghyuk just stood there, staring at the closed door, realizing that tomorrow morning, he would lose his world once again.

. . .

Dokja walked along the long palace corridors, the white marble cold beneath his feet, contrasting with his smooth silk gown. Then—

"Your Majesty the Demon King?"

A soft yet shocked voice interrupted his thoughts. Dokja stopped and turned. There stood a woman in elegant healer's robes with a face radiating an aura of tranquility. Lee Seolhwa.

Seolhwa froze for a moment, her eyes scanning Dokja from head to toe, landing on his protruding stomach. "So... the rumors were true. About someone the Emperor brought to his private chambers..."

Dokja felt his throat go suddenly dry. Remembering Seolhwa's status as Joonghyuk's fiancé in the memories of this world, he felt like a thief caught red-handed. Yet Dokja tried to keep his expression cold and flat.

"The woman from the newspapers, right?" Dokja greeted her briefly.

Seolhwa showed no anger or the jealousy Dokja had imagined. Instead, she offered a thin smile, one that was hard to interpret but did not feel threatening. "Yes, the fiancé of the Emperor, Lee Seolhwa."

Seolhwa stepped closer, her eyes looking softly toward the greenhouse garden on the side of the corridor. "Would you like to walk for a moment with me in the greenhouse? The air there is warmer for your current condition. There are many things I want to ask, and perhaps things you need to know."

Dokja hesitated. He wanted to return to his room and prepare for his departure tomorrow, but curiosity pushed him to agree. He wanted to know what this woman thought of his presence here.

"Just for a moment," Dokja answered finally.

They walked side by side into the greenhouse, which was filled with rare plants and flowers blooming year-round through magic. Their footsteps echoed softly on the damp stone floor. The scent of roses and jasmine filled Dokja's senses, making him slightly dizzy. Lee Seolhwa walked beside him with very graceful steps, her hand occasionally touching the green leaves around them.

"How are you feeling today, Your Majesty? Is the baby not giving you too much trouble?" Seolhwa asked with a voice so soft, it was almost a whisper.

"I am fine," Dokja replied shortly.

"I'm glad. You know, Yoo Joonghyuk asks me about womb-strengthening tonics almost every hour. He is very worried. Has he treated you well in the room? Does he often accompany you to eat? I frequently see him bringing food to the room almost every day."

The rapid-fire questions made Dokja uncomfortable. Seolhwa asked as if she had the right to know every tiny detail of his interactions with Joonghyuk.

"He does what must be done. Nothing more," Dokja said again, his face remaining flat.

Seolhwa chuckled softly, the sound like a ringing bell, but there was a strange tone to it. "He is like that, isn't he? Very rigid. But I wonder, what do you two talk about when you are alone? Has he ever told you about his future?"

Dokja stopped walking. He turned to Seolhwa, tired of this wordplay. "I don't know what you mean, Lee Seolhwa-ssi. I am leaving tomorrow. I have no relationship with Joonghyuk other than the fact that this baby needs his mana temporarily. After I return to the demon realm, he will go back to being your emperor, and I will go back to being your enemy. There are no future plans between us."

Seolhwa was quite surprised, but a thin smile spread across her face.

Their pace slowed as they reached the deepest part of the greenhouse, where water vapor enveloped the lush tropical plants. Lee Seolhwa stopped, her slender fingers stroking the surface of a wet leaf with a motion that was too calm.

"True... You should realize, Your Majesty the Demon King..." Seolhwa's voice flowed softly, but her tone was now much sharper. "You are not worthy of him."

Dokja stood tall, his hands hidden behind the folds of his white gown not trembling in the slightest. His face remained as cold as ice, staring straight at Seolhwa with a gaze that seemed to belittle the provocation. "What makes you feel so confident to determine who is worthy, Lee Seolhwa-ssi?"

Seolhwa turned, staring at Dokja with a thin, condescending smile. "Because I am the one who stood by his side as he crawled back from destruction. You know nothing, do you? You don't know that for these six hundred years, Joonghyuk lived only to take revenge on the old Empire that betrayed him."

Dokja was stunned for a moment. 'Revenge on the Empire? Betrayal?' The voice in his heart echoed with questions. He had always thought Joonghyuk was part of the system that destroyed them, but Seolhwa's words implied something very different.

"He destroyed everyone involved in that betrayal six hundred years ago," Seolhwa continued, her voice rising a notch with unconscious pride. "He overthrew the throne, slaughtered those who oppressed him, and look. He has obtained everything. And at this point, he needs a pure companion, someone who can wipe the bloodstains from his hands. And I am the right person for him."

Seolhwa smiled. "I don't care about your relationship then or now. Seeing that you do not understand Yoo Joonghyuk's suffering, you are indeed not worthy of him."

Dokja remained silent, absorbing the information with a cool head even though a storm of questions began to rage in his mind. What betrayal was she talking about? Why had Joonghyuk never said that he also destroyed the faction that once hunted them?

"I know you were his lover in the past," Seolhwa stepped closer, her eyes glancing briefly at Dokja's stomach. "I also know that child is his flesh and blood. But that doesn't change the fact that you two are over, right?"

Seolhwa then laughed softly, a laugh that sounded very satisfied. "I even saw it myself. The tattoo that used to be on Joonghyuk's waist... it's gone, isn't it? That is proof that you are no longer bound."

Hearing that, Dokja couldn't help but want to laugh. This woman truly looked down on him. This lowly human. True, the tattoo was indeed gone, but it wasn't Joonghyuk who had removed it—Dokja himself had erased it that night, the night he decided to give a final farewell before fleeing back to the demon realm, the night he decided to sever his ties with Yoo Joonghyuk. Truly.

"If he still wanted you, he wouldn't let that mark disappear," Seolhwa continued with a triumphant tone. "So, leave tomorrow. It is the best choice before you embarrass yourself further, Your Majesty the Demon King."

Dokja showed no fragility at all. Instead, he stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Seolhwa until the woman gasped slightly. Dokja stared into her eyes with the aura of authority of an unshakable Demon King.

"Thank you for the information, Lee Seolhwa-ssi," Dokja said with a very steady and firm voice. "But you should know, I do not need your permission, or anyone's permission, to determine where I will go. And as for Joonghyuk... if you want him so badly, take him. I never had any intention of keeping something I've already thrown away."

Without waiting for a response, Dokja turned with a very graceful motion. The fabric of his white gown rustled against the stone floor, leaving Seolhwa standing there staring at his back.

All along the corridor toward the room, Dokja's head throbbed. 'The betrayal 600 years ago... the completed revenge...' All those pieces of information made his heart tight with confusion. Joonghyuk never spoke. He just stayed silent, accepting Dokja's hatred as if he were indeed the only villain there.

Dokja's pace slowed as he saw a tall figure already waiting in front of his bedroom door. Yoo Joonghyuk stood there, looking at him with a gaze that was hard to interpret. Dokja stopped a few steps in front of him, staring at the man with a gaze now filled with layers of emotion far more complex than mere hate.

Joonghyuk, who had been leaning restlessly, straightened up immediately as the white figure appeared at the end of the hallway. His strides were wide and hurried, closing the distance between them in an instant. Unconsciously, he gripped Dokja's arms, his eyes scanning the man's face with overflowing intensity.

"Where have you been?!" Joonghyuk's voice sounded hoarse, filled with genuine anxiety. "It is already very late. You haven't returned to the room since leaving my office. I looked for you across the entire palace wing!"

Dokja did not lift his face. He kept it lowered, letting his black hair hide the expression in his eyes, which were now in turmoil because of Seolhwa's words.

Sensing no answer, Joonghyuk tightened his grip, as if afraid that if he let go, Dokja would vanish into ash. However, seeing Dokja remain silent and refuse to look at him, Joonghyuk suddenly remembered. He remembered not to make Dokja feel pressured or uncomfortable again.

With a stiff motion, Joonghyuk immediately released his grip on Dokja's arms. He stepped back one pace, giving ample space between them.

"I'm sorry," Joonghyuk murmured lowly, turning his face away to hide his hands, which were trembling slightly from the fear he had just felt. "I didn't mean to be rough." Joonghyuk took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He returned to his cold, distant demeanor, though his eyes still glanced anxiously at Dokja's stomach.

"Go inside quickly," Joonghyuk said without looking at Dokja again. "The night air in this corridor is not good for you. Rest, the portal will be ready tomorrow morning."

Dokja still didn't utter a single word. He just walked past Joonghyuk, the scent of his white gown brushing the air around the emperor. His steps felt mechanical as he entered the room.

As the large door closed, the silence that should have followed was instead broken by Dokja's sudden movement. Instead of walking toward the bed, Dokja turned back quickly. He lunged at Joonghyuk's sturdy frame, who was still standing there, grabbing the emperor's shirt collar with hands that trembled violently.

Before Joonghyuk could react, Dokja pulled the man's face down and kissed his lips. It wasn't a sweet kiss; it was a kiss full of despair, pain, and overflowing confusion. Dokja's tears fell uncontrollably, wetting both their cheeks as the contact broke.

"Tell me..." Dokja's voice cracked, sobbing right in front of Joonghyuk's face. "Be honest with me about everything, Yoo Joonghyuk. Don't just stay silent like a fool!"

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.Tell me..." Dokja's voice cracked, sobbing right in front of Joonghyuk's face. "Be honest with me about everything, Yoo Joonghyuk. Don't just stay silent like a fool!"

Joonghyuk froze. His hand, which had started to lift to return the embrace, suddenly stopped mid-air. He remained silent, staring into Dokja's reddened eyes with a gaze so dark, as if a burden of thousands of tons held his tongue from speaking.

Dokja pressed again, his fingers tightening their grip on Joonghyuk's clothes until the fabric wrinkled. "Why don't you answer?! Have all my prejudices been wrong this whole time? Has my hatred for these six hundred years been baseless?"

The sound of Dokja's sobbing grew louder in the silent room. He hit Joonghyuk's chest softly, frustrated that the man in front of him remained mute. "Say something, Yoo Joonghyuk! Did you really betray me back then? Did you really let me and our child die for the sake of this throne, or... or is there something else you never told me?!"

Joonghyuk still stayed silent. His jaw tightened, and his eyes began to water seeing the devastation on Dokja's face. He wanted to speak, he wanted to explain about the betrayal of the old empire and how he had destroyed them all to avenge Dokja. However, seeing how broken Dokja was now, he felt his voice would never be enough to heal a wound that had already rotted for centuries.

"Answer me!" Dokja shouted amidst his tears, staring straight into those golden eyes, searching for a speck of truth that had been hidden from him all this time.

Joonghyuk did not answer with words. The man's silence felt so heavy, yet his actions slowly began to tear down Dokja's defensive walls. With a very slow movement full of adoration, Joonghyuk pulled Dokja into his arms. His large hand held Dokja's head, pressing it gently to his chest so Dokja could hear his heart racing wildly.

"Joonghyuk... answer me..." Dokja whispered between sobs, his voice muffled by the fabric of Joonghyuk's robe.

Joonghyuk leaned down, kissing Dokja's eyelids which were wet with the remnants of tears, then moved to Dokja's lips. It was not the demanding kiss of an emperor, but rather the kiss of a man kneeling before his world. He seemed to be drinking in all the pain he had caused for hundreds of years.

They embraced for a long time in a suffocating silence. Dokja could feel the trembling in Joonghyuk's body, a wound as deep as the one he carried. Dokja continued to press, his hands squeezing Joonghyuk's shoulders, demanding the explanation that had been a ghost in his life for so long.

"Tell me who betrayed me, Joonghyuk... Tell me it wasn't you," Dokja pleaded with a broken, begging tone.

Joonghyuk finally released the connection of their lips but kept his forehead pressed against Dokja's. He smiled, the saddest and most sincere smile Dokja had ever seen. His golden eyes appeared glassy, reflecting the image of Dokja's pale face.

"Kim Dokja," Joonghyuk's voice sounded so low and full of devotion. "I love you so much. I love you to the point where death feels like a small gift if it could redeem just one second of your lost time. I would gladly die many times over just to ensure you can breathe in this world."

Joonghyuk brushed Dokja's cheek with his thumb, wiping away the remaining tears that were still flowing.

"That is all I can tell you now. And with that statement..." Joonghyuk paused his sentence, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "You can conclude for yourself, Dokja. Is a man willing to give his entire life and soul for you... truly capable of betraying you?"

Dokja stared deep into Joonghyuk's golden irises, searching for any speck of a lie that might remain. "So... is it true? All this time I have lived in a mistaken hatred? You really didn't betray me, Joonghyuk?" Dokja's voice shook, barely audible amidst the sobs that tightened his chest.

Joonghyuk did not answer immediately with words. He cupped Dokja's face with both his rough yet trembling hands, then landed a long kiss laden with guilt on Dokja's wet cheek.

"Forgive me," Joonghyuk whispered, his voice cracked and heavy. "Forgive me because back then I was so naive. I was too stupid and believed that I could control everything alone. I thought my strength was enough to protect you from the wolves in that empire, but I was wrong."

Joonghyuk closed his eyes tightly, letting his forehead rest against Dokja's. "Forgive me because I failed... forgive me because I could not protect our first child. I let you bear that pain alone for hundreds of years in the darkness."

Hearing the mention of their first child, Dokja's body shook violently. The old wound he thought had dried now gaped open again, releasing an unbearable sting. Memories of the loss that destroyed his soul six hundred years ago seemed to hit him all at once. However, behind that pain, there was a suffocating relief because it turned out the man he loved had never discarded him.

Joonghyuk shifted his hand toward Dokja's protruding stomach, touching it with a tenderness so fragile as if the white cloth were made of glass that easily shattered. "I will not let history repeat itself. I will protect you, Dokja. I will protect this second child of ours with every drop of blood left in my body. No one will be able to touch you as long as I am still breathing."

Dokja felt an extraordinary sensitivity overflowing from his heart, influenced by his pregnancy. His unstable emotional state made it impossible to hold back any longer. Dokja embraced Joonghyuk, pulling the large man's head to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped both his arms around Joonghyuk's neck, hugging him tightly as if wanting to reunite the pieces of their souls that had shattered. Joonghyuk reciprocated by holding Dokja's waist, hiding his face in the crook of Dokja's neck, seeking refuge there.

"Don't do this again," Dokja sobbed, his fingers stroking the back of Joonghyuk's hair with deep affection and pain. "Don't bottle everything up alone. Tell me everything, Yoo Joonghyuk. Every betrayal you went through, every life you took to seek revenge... tell me."

Dokja took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Joonghyuk which was now mixed with the smell of tears. "I don't want to return to the demon realm carrying this suffocating secret. If you love me, then don't let me be a stranger in your life again."

Inside the dimly lit room, two souls that had been separated by death and misunderstanding now intertwined once more. The atmosphere was filled with a blend of desperate love and late regret, where every embrace felt like an endless apology.

That night, Joonghyuk did not let go of the embrace for a single moment, as if if he loosened his grip, Dokja and their fragile future would again be snatched away by a cruel fate.

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The lights in the grand chamber had dimmed, leaving only the moonlight creeping shyly through the gaps in the curtains. On the vast bed that for so long had felt cold, a suffocating warmth was now created. Dokja leaned resignedly against Joonghyuk's broad chest, feeling the man's heart beating steady yet strong against his back.

Joonghyuk's large, calloused hand did not stop moving. He constantly stroked Dokja's protruding stomach in a circular motion that was very protective, as if he were guarding the only light left in his world. Joonghyuk finally told everything at Kim Dokja's request.

Dokja just listened in silence. His eyes stared blankly into the darkness of the room, trying to digest all the honesty that had just spilled from Joonghyuk's lips. It felt very strange. For hundreds of years, he had nurtured hatred as the only reason to keep living, but in one night, that reason crumbled and was replaced by a more painful reality: Joonghyuk had never stopped fighting for him.

Joonghyuk buried his face in the crook of Dokja's neck, breathing in the man's calming scent. He kissed the skin of Dokja's neck gently, then moved on to give small kisses on Dokja's cheeks which still felt damp.

"Every day I am haunted by the image of you covered in blood," Joonghyuk whispered again, tightening his hug until there was no longer a gap between their bodies.

Dokja felt a hot sensation behind his eyelids. This pregnancy truly made him very sensitive; Joonghyuk's gentle touch on his stomach and those whispers full of regret felt like a knife slowly slicing his heart. He could feel Joonghyuk's fragility, which had been tightly covered by his magnificent emperor's robes for so long.

Dokja's hand slowly rose, touching Joonghyuk's arm that was wrapped around his stomach. He stroked the back of the man's hand, a small gesture signifying that he was starting to accept Joonghyuk's presence again.

"You're a fool, Yoo Joonghyuk," Dokja murmured faintly, his voice a bit hoarse. "Why only now? Why did you let me hate you for so long?"

Here is the translation for Chapter 31 Part 2 into English. As requested, the tone remains adaptive and grounded, "Ahjussi" is used for the traveler where applicable, and there is no use of bold or italic fonts.

Chapter 31 Part 2: Joonghyuk did not answer with a defense. He only tightened his embrace, as if trying to reunite Dokja's long-shattered soul. He continued to give small kisses on Dokja's shoulders and neck, giving a silent promise that he would never again let secrets stand between them.

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The silence suddenly broke when Joonghyuk's fingers stopped moving over Dokja's smooth stomach skin. He seemed to remember something that had been bothering his mind since they first touched again in this bed. Something that felt empty in his soul.

"Kim Dokja," Joonghyuk called in a low, serious tone. There was a trace of pain tucked within his voice. "That bond tattoo... I can no longer feel it on my hip. What did you do to make that mark completely vanish?"

Dokja, who had been enjoying the emotional moment, suddenly went stiff. Cheeks that were previously pale from exhaustion now instantly flushed a deep crimson, spreading to the tips of his ears. He tried to maintain his cold face, but his eyes darted elsewhere restlessly, avoiding Joonghyuk's sharp gaze.

"That... that is none of your business. Go to sleep," Dokja replied curtly, trying to pull away from Joonghyuk's embrace. However, the Emperor's sturdy arms only locked further around his waist, holding him in place.

"Answer me. That is a permanent soul bond. It should not be removable by any magic in this world," Joonghyuk pressed. He suddenly turned Dokja's body with significant yet careful strength regarding his stomach, forcing the man to face him directly. Those golden eyes stared sharply, demanding a technical explanation as if interrogating a prisoner of war.

Dokja snorted, though his voice was slightly stuttered and his breath quickened from shame. "It's your own fault, you fool! You hid everything and let me think you were a rotten traitor who preferred the throne over me! I hated you so much it felt like I wanted to rip out my own heart so I wouldn't have to feel it anymore!"

"And so you erased it?" Joonghyuk asked, his voice narrowing.

"Of course! I searched for it in the ancient manuscripts of the demon realm," Dokja answered quickly, his voice growing smaller as he began to cover his face with a pillow. "I... I performed a ritual under the red moon that night. A bond-severing ritual through... physical union. I had to do it because I thought you already had someone new."

The bedroom atmosphere, which was previously full of drama, suddenly turned very awkward and heated. Joonghyuk fell silent, digesting the words "sex ritual under the red moon" with a very flat expression, but his ears began to redden, showing his inner turmoil.

"So you deliberately did that just to discard me?" Joonghyuk asked. This time his voice sounded more personally offended than angry. "You surrendered your body to that ritual just because of a misunderstood grudge?"

"Don't look at me as if I'm a criminal!" Dokja exclaimed, his face getting so hot he felt he might explode right then. He tried to cover his nervousness by returning to his arrogant Demon King mode, "That is a high-level contract cleansing procedure for demon-kind! And you are the one who forced me to do it because of your annoying silence! If you had been honest from the start and hadn't let your engagement announcement with Seolhwa spread across the country, I wouldn't have had to bother spending the whole night performing that exhausting ritual just to erase a stupid mark on your hip!"

Hearing that, Joonghyuk was stunned for a moment. He remembered that day, the day he officially became engaged to Seolhwa, without realizing that at the same time, he actually spent his engagement night with Kim Dokja, who was secretly doing something to him.

Joonghyuk suddenly let out a small laugh, a sound so rare that Dokja gasped. "You are truly extraordinary, Kim Dokja. That tattoo... it was the only thing that made me feel truly connected to you even though we were apart. Losing it felt like I had truly lost my life's anchor."

"It's your fault because you are so bad at expressing things!" Dokja shot back, still trying to defend his shattered pride. "You prefer acting like a rock instead of talking!"

Joonghyuk did not argue. Instead, he brought his face closer until their noses almost touched. "You are right. I am bad at words. But I will not let you erase it again."

"You can't just make that tattoo return, the ritual cannot be repeated—"

"I want that tattoo back," Joonghyuk interrupted with an absolute tone, an imperial command that could not be contested yet sounded like a spoiled request. "I want the world to know, and my soul to know, that you are mine. If a red moon sex ritual can erase it, then I will find a stronger way to carve it back onto my body. Down to my bones."

Dokja was stunned, his eyes wide. The Demon King, usually full of trickery, was now completely lost for words. He could only lean back against Joonghyuk's chest, cursing his fate for being trapped again in the embrace of this incredibly stubborn man.

"You're crazy," Dokja whispered softly, yet he did not refuse when Joonghyuk hugged him tightly again, kissing his forehead with full promise in the middle of the dim night.

The awkward atmosphere that had just been created suddenly turned very heated as Joonghyuk stopped holding himself back. Without warning, Joonghyuk lunged forward, cupping Dokja's face and devouring his lips with a passion he had suppressed for days. The kiss was deep and demanding, pushing Dokja until he was now lying on his side on the soft bed.

Joonghyuk positioned his large body to loom over Dokja, providing a pressure that made the Demon King feel entirely under the Emperor's control. Dokja, who usually had a sharp tongue, could now only let out small, suppressed sounds between their kisses.

Joonghyuk's large hand crept down, moving with very clear intent. He slid his palm into the white silk pants Dokja was wearing. As soon as Joonghyuk's warm fingers began to touch and caress Dokja's soft and white sensitive area, Dokja's body jerked violently.

"A... ah!"

Dokja let out a small cry, his voice faltering because of the extraordinary shame mixed with the shock attacking his nervous system. His weary eyes now widened, staring at Joonghyuk's face which was very close to his own.

"You... what are you doing... ah," Dokja tried to speak with his remaining dignity, but Joonghyuk's expert touch there made him lose focus. Joonghyuk's large and hot hand was now directly touching Dokja's sensitive outer genitals. He began to caress Dokja's white vagina with pressing thumb movements, making Dokja arch his chest and look up with broken breaths. The sensation of Joonghyuk's rough skin friction on such a soft area down there made Dokja lose his sanity. "Stop it, Yoo Joonghyuk... this is embarrassing..."

However, Joonghyuk instead buried his face further into Dokja's neck, giving small bites that made Dokja shudder even more. His hand continued to work with a slow but steady rhythm, as if he were re-mapping a territory he once owned and now wanted to reclaim entirely.

"I will carve it back, Dokja," Joonghyuk whispered into Dokja's reddened ear. "Mark me until you never even think of erasing it again."

Dokja could only clutch the sheets tightly, his face hidden in the pillow as he felt waves of sensation that made him helpless under the power of the man who was supposed to be his enemy.

"A-ah... Joonghyuk, slow... a little..." Dokja moaned, his fingers gripping the Emperor's sturdy shoulders as he felt Joonghyuk's hand slip deeper behind his pants.

"Ssh... be quiet, Dokja," Joonghyuk whispered with an incredibly low, hoarse voice, his breath heavy in front of Dokja's face.

Joonghyuk then slipped two of his fingers into the passage that had begun to grow wet from the forcibly triggered passion. He devoured Dokja's lips again to stifle the man's cries as his fingers began to move in and out with an increasingly fast rhythm.

"Ah! N-ngh... y-you... s-stop..." Dokja stammered, yet his hips actually moved following the motion of Joonghyuk's hand. He could feel every inch of his inner walls being touched by those demanding fingers. A clear fluid began to wet Joonghyuk's fingers, making a squelching sound of friction that filled the heat of the silent room.

Joonghyuk ignored the weak protest. He instead pressed Dokja's body further into the mattress, locking the man's movements with the weight of his dominant body. Joonghyuk's large hand was no longer just caressing from the outside. Slowly but surely, he pressed his middle finger against Dokja's white vaginal opening, which had begun to twitch from the stimulation. As soon as his rough fingertip touched the soft, hot wall inside, Dokja arched his chest again, his legs trembling violently beneath Joonghyuk's restraint.

"A... ah! Nnggh... Joonghyuk-ah..." Dokja moaned brokenly, his eyes beginning to water from the combination of strange pleasure and overflowing shame.

Joonghyuk began to insert one finger deeper, then added a second. He performed steady thrusting and pushing motions inside, massaging the walls of Dokja's womb which was currently carrying the fruit of their love. Every push of Joonghyuk's fingers caused Dokja to let out moans that grew higher and more irregular.

"A-ah! Slow... nngh... i-it hurts, Joonghyuk... ah!" Dokja squeezed Joonghyuk's muscular arm, trying to find a grip amidst the storm of sensation hitting him.

Despite his firm and demanding movements, Joonghyuk was actually doing it very gently. He noticed every furrow in Dokja's brow, ensuring he did not hurt the man more than necessary. He gave soothing kisses to Dokja's sweaty temples while his fingers continued to dance inside, creating an incredibly embarrassing wet sound in the room's silence.

"You are so tight, Dokja," Joonghyuk growled, pulling his fingers almost all the way out then thrusting them back in harder.

"Ah! D-don't... s-stop..." Dokja panted, his tears now truly falling and wetting the pillow. He remembered the fetus inside his stomach, and a surge of anxiety suddenly appeared amidst the peaking passion. "J-Joonghyuk... stop... I am pregnant... don't... ah! Later the baby..."

Dokja's trembling hand tried to push Joonghyuk's shoulder with his remaining strength. His face was bright red, looking very sensitive and fragile. "Enough... s-stop for now... I'm afraid something will happen to the baby..."

Joonghyuk stopped his hand movements for a moment, but he did not pull his fingers out. He stared at Dokja with a gaze laden with lust yet also full of protection. He stroked Dokja's protruding stomach with his other hand, trying to calm the man while reassuring himself.

"I know, Dokja. I will not hurt our child," Joonghyuk whispered while kissing Dokja's lips very gently, trying to stifle the anxiety of the Demon King who was now in his most vulnerable mode.

Their positions shifted; Joonghyuk was now sitting leaning against the magnificent headboard, while Dokja was pulled to sit between his two sturdy legs, leaning his back directly against Joonghyuk's hot, broad chest. The man embraced Dokja from behind, but Dokja's legs were pulled wide to the sides until they were perfectly open, revealing his white gown which was pushed messily up over his protruding stomach.

Dokja's pure white vagina now looked bloomed and reddened from the previous stimulation, his labia slightly swollen and wet from the natural fluids beginning to flood out. In the dim light, the small opening appeared to throb hungrily, as if calling to be filled again.

"Look at yourself, Dokja," Joonghyuk whispered lowly, his breath hitting Dokja's neck until the man shuddered.

Joonghyuk extended his large hand downward; his long, rough fingers now touched the surface of the reddened and sensitive flesh. Slowly, he slipped his middle finger into the narrow, hot passage. Dokja's vagina seemed to stretch, accepting the entry of the foreign object until the surrounding skin pulled taut.

"A... ah! Nnggh..." Dokja looked up, resting his head on Joonghyuk's shoulder while gripping the Emperor's thigh.

Joonghyuk began to add another finger, stretching Dokja's reddened opening until it was truly wide open. He could see clearly how the muscles there twitched to clamp his fingers. With a deep thrusting motion, Joonghyuk stabbed in to the base of his fingers, hitting the most sensitive spot inside Dokja's pregnant womb.

"Ah! J-Joonghyuk... a-ah! Too deep... ah!"

The wet sound of Joonghyuk's fingers rubbing against the clear fluid overflowing from Dokja's vagina was heard very clearly in the room's silence. Every time Joonghyuk thrust in, Dokja felt his womb vibrate along with it, providing a sensation of extraordinary pleasure and a sense of fear due to his pregnant condition. However, Joonghyuk kept his rhythm steady, ensuring his pushes provided the right pressure on the spot that kept Dokja moaning brokenly.

"You are so wet here," Joonghyuk growled, his eyes staring intensely at how the passage opened and closed every time he pulled and pushed his fingers.

Dokja could only surrender, his body arching weakly in Joonghyuk's embrace while his lower half continued to be toyed with so explicitly and demandingly. He could no longer deny that despite his fear, his body truly missed the rough yet loving touch of this man.

Joonghyuk tightened his embrace from behind even more, letting Dokja's back press fully against his hard chest while his right hand worked brutally down there. He pulled his two fingers almost out until only the tips remained at the swollen labia, then with one rough thrust, he drove his fingers back in to the base.

"A-ah! Ngh... J-Joonghyuk-ah! Ah!"

Dokja shrieked loudly, his head falling weakly on Joonghyuk's shoulder. Dokja's vagina down there appeared very messy, with the pure white skin now turned into a hot dark red, stretching significantly every time Joonghyuk's long fingers performed a penetrative push. Dokja's natural lubrication flowed heavily, wetting Joonghyuk's knuckles and creating a very dirty and explicit squelching sound every time friction occurred.

Joonghyuk turned Dokja's face to the side, immediately devouring the man's lips fiercely. Their kiss was messy and wild. Every time Joonghyuk provided a deep thrust inside his passage, Dokja's body jerked violently, causing their lips to occasionally break apart by force. In those moments, a long string of saliva stretched out and Dokja's spit dripped down to his trembling chin. Joonghyuk did not let it go to waste; he licked the remaining saliva from Dokja's chin down to his neck, providing a heat that made Dokja even more crazed.

"Nngh... ah! More... right there... ah!" Dokja rambled, his eyes rolling back as Joonghyuk's fingers hit a spot in his womb that was incredibly sensitive due to the pregnancy.

Joonghyuk increased his speed. His finger movements now changed into a barrage of merciless thrusts, stabbing into the reddened and blooming passage. He could feel Dokja's inner walls, which were incredibly hot, squeezing his fingers tightly. Every time he pulled his fingers out, the passage appeared wide open, showing off the soaking wet inner flesh before finally closing back up as it was struck inward.

"Look at how your hole sucks my fingers, Dokja," Joonghyuk growled in Dokja's ear, his voice incredibly hoarse with lust.

He continued to plunge his fingers with a rhythm that destroyed Dokja's sanity. The impact was so strong that Dokja's protruding stomach shook gently. Dokja could only moan brokenly, "A-ah! Ah! S-stop... no, k-keep going... ah!" His tears flowed heavily, not from pain, but from the stimulation that was too intense on his highly sensitive intimate organs.

Joonghyuk continued to lick Dokja's neck and shoulders, drinking every drop of sweat and saliva that fell, while his hand did not stop torturing Dokja's vagina, which was now completely deep red and twitching violently from an orgasm that was right on the edge.

The movement became even more crazed as he felt how the inner walls of Dokja's vagina clamped Joonghyuk's fingers with such strength and heat. Joonghyuk added to his speed, performing finger penetration with thrusting movements that were brutal yet full of precision.

Splat! Squish!

The wet sound of fluid overflowing from Dokja's passage filled the room's silence, mixing with the roar of their racing breaths. Every time Joonghyuk drove two of his fingers inside, Dokja's blooming and dark red labia appeared dragged inward, then opened wide again and spurted clear fluid as his fingers were pulled out.

Joonghyuk pulled Dokja's face, stifling the man's groans with a very dirty and wet kiss. Their tongues intertwined wildly, devouring and sucking each other until excess saliva flowed heavily from the corner of Dokja's lips, dripping onto their touching chests.

"Mmph! Ahnn-ngh!" Dokja moaned suppressedly inside Joonghyuk's mouth. Every time Joonghyuk provided a deep thrust down there, Dokja's body arched significantly, causing his tongue to accidentally be sucked deeper by Joonghyuk.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

The hitting of Joonghyuk's fingers became increasingly uncontrollable. He could feel Dokja's sensitive womb throbbing at his fingertips. Dokja was at his limit, his eyes weary and watery, his head shaking in frustration while his hands squeezed Joonghyuk's thighs until they turned white.

"A-ah... J-Joonghyuk! Nggh... ahh!" Dokja tried to break the kiss just to breathe in oxygen, but Joonghyuk instead pressed the back of his neck, forcing Dokja to swallow his own moans amidst their erotic devouring.

Joonghyuk's touch inside the red and wet passage now changed into a fast vibration. He pressed the most pleasurable spot inside there while continuing to plunge his fingers without mercy.

"Ah! Ah! Ahh! J-Joonghyuk-ah! G-get out... nngh... I-I'm... ahhh!"

Right at that moment, Dokja's body stiffened. His vaginal muscles clamped Joonghyuk's fingers with extraordinary strength as the peak of the orgasm hit him. Warm fluid spurted out from inside his passage, wetting Joonghyuk's fingers and the sheets beneath them. Dokja let out a long moan inside Joonghyuk's mouth, his body shaking violently as he reached the most devastating climax of his life.

Joonghyuk did not stop; he continued to pump his fingers inside Dokja's passage, which was twitching violently because of the orgasm, enjoying every squeeze of the womb walls that gripped his fingers as if not wanting to let go. He licked the remaining saliva on Dokja's lips with a dark, possessive gaze, marking that tonight, the Demon King had been completely subdued under his power.

After the great shock of the orgasm subsided, Joonghyuk slowly pulled his soaking wet fingers from inside Dokja's body. A soft pop sound was heard as the connection broke, leaving a very erotic sight down there.

Dokja's red and swollen vagina appeared gaped wide, not immediately closing because it had been forcibly stretched by Joonghyuk's deep finger penetration. A thick white and clear fluid seeped out from the still-throbbing passage, flowing slowly between the gaps of Dokja's trembling thighs. The sight of the blooming and wet flesh was clear evidence of how brutally Joonghyuk had claimed the Demon King's body that night.

"Hah... hah... hah..."

The room's silence was now filled only by the sound of their ragged breathing. Dokja's chest rose and fell rapidly, cold sweat wetting his entire body until strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead. His face was still flushed a deep red, his eyes half-closed, staring blankly ahead with the remnants of passion still lingering in his nerves.

Their breaths, which were still ragged, had not yet truly calmed when Joonghyuk again pulled Dokja's body into his power. This time they lay sideways on the soaking wet sheets. Dokja, with his remaining strength, wrapped both his arms around Joonghyuk's sturdy neck, pulling the man so their faces were level. Joonghyuk lay on his side behind Dokja's half-turned body, leaning over in such a way that his broad chest pressed against Dokja's sweaty back.

They stared at each other with eyes that were both watery and red from the overflow of lust that had not yet been extinguished. Without words, Joonghyuk again snatched Dokja's lips. This time they opened their mouths much wider, letting their tongues entwine very aggressively. The sound of wet sucking and devouring filled the air, mixing with the hot steam of their racing breath. Saliva again dripped from the corners of their lips, wetting Dokja's chin and the pillow beneath them, but no one cared.

Joonghyuk's large hand crept down slowly but with purpose. His rough palm stroked Dokja's highly sensitive inner thigh, then stopped exactly at the gap of the still-throbbing groin. Joonghyuk could feel an extraordinary heat radiating from there. He looked down for a moment, seeing Dokja's vagina still gaped wide, deep red, and continuously releasing thick clear fluid.

Joonghyuk did not wait long. He again slipped his middle finger into the very wet and soft passage.

Squelch! Squish! Splat!

Dokja jerked violently in Joonghyuk's embrace. His body arched backward as he felt Joonghyuk's long finger force its way into his pregnant womb. Dokja's inner walls, which were very sensitive due to the pregnancy, immediately clamped Joonghyuk's finger very tightly, as if hungry for that touch.

"Nngh! Ahhh! Mmph! Joonghyuk-ah... ah!"

Dokja moaned suppressedly inside the devouring of Joonghyuk's lips. He could feel Joonghyuk's fingers starting to move in and out with an increasingly fast and deep rhythm. The wet sound from the finger friction with Dokja's feminine fluids was heard very loudly and dirtily in the stifling silence of the room. Joonghyuk added one more finger, tearing through Dokja's comfort and stretching the blooming opening to its maximum limit.

"Ah! Ah! J-Joonghyuk... y-you... ahh! In again... ah!"

Every time Joonghyuk thrust his fingers inside, Dokja felt the most sensitive spot in his womb being pressed with great pleasure. The reddened vaginal skin appeared dragged in and out following the movement of Joonghyuk's fingers, while the thick white fluid remaining from the previous orgasm again frothed and overflowed because of the brutal friction.

Joonghyuk continued to toy with Dokja's passage very expertly. He rotated his fingers inside there, massaging every slick and hot wall, making it so Dokja could not stop moaning brokenly. This sideways position allowed Joonghyuk to see clearly how Dokja's messy hole continued to vomit clear fluid every time he pulled his fingers almost all the way out.

"Look at how you keep squeezing my fingers in here," Joonghyuk whispered after breaking their lip connection for a moment, only to then lick Dokja's reddened ear.

Dokja could only wrap his arms around Joonghyuk's neck tighter, letting himself drown again in the storm of pleasure created by the emperor's hand down there. He felt as if his entire body had become Joonghyuk's completely, ready to be destroyed and filled again in a passion that had no end. The fluid down there overflowed even more, wetting Joonghyuk's hand up to the wrist.

Joonghyuk did not let a single drop of their remaining pleasure go to waste. While continuing to devour Dokja's lips with a deep and sucking kiss, his large hand worked well. He slipped three of his fingers at once into Dokja's passage, which was already wide open, deep red, and very soft.

Slurp! Squish! Schlopp!

Instead of performing the in-and-out motion as before, Joonghyuk began to curl his fingers inside, performing a sweeping and stirring motion against the walls of Dokja's incredibly hot pregnant womb. He seemed to be trying to drain the remnants of the fluid overflowing inside, but every sweep of his rough fingers instead provided an electric stimulation that made Dokja almost lose consciousness.

"Nngghh! Mmph! J-Joonghyuk... ah... ahh! Ah!"

Dokja's body jerked as he felt the Emperor's fingers sweep every corner of his slick inner walls. Dokja's swollen vaginal opening appeared forced to stretch even wider by the movement of Joonghyuk's fingers, which seemed to be forcibly draining fluid from within. The clear fluid spurted out and overflowed everywhere, wetting Joonghyuk's fist up to the wrist.

Every time Joonghyuk pulled his fingers with a downward scooping motion, Dokja's blooming labia appeared dragged out, revealing the soaking wet and steaming red inner flesh. The resulting wet sound was so loud, as if Joonghyuk were stirring a very thick puddle of water inside Dokja's body.

"Hah... hah... It's so warm in here, Dokja," Joonghyuk growled between his kisses, breaking their lip connection only to see how Dokja's messy hole continued to vomit fluid every time he swept the inside.

Joonghyuk deepened his movements further. He inserted his fingers until they touched the pregnant cervix, then pulled them back with a rotating motion that pressed the most sensitive spots. Dokja could only cry in surrender, his eyes rolling back and his saliva dripping incessantly. He felt as if his internal organs were being massaged and flayed simultaneously by Joonghyuk's dominating touch.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! J-Joonghyuk-ah! G-get it out... ah! Too deep... ngh! My womb... ahh!"

Splat! Splut! Squish!

The white fluid was now truly frothing around Dokja's vaginal opening due to the constant finger friction. The sharp and hot scent of sex increasingly filled the room, while Joonghyuk showed no signs of stopping that draining motion. He continued to worship Dokja with his dark gaze, enjoying how his Demon King was falling apart just because of the play of his fingers inside that blooming and soaking wet passage.

Dokja's vagina looked incredibly messy, deep red, and heavily swollen. The opening could no longer close, remaining wide open to show off the soaking wet and hungrily throbbing inner flesh. From within the open passage, remnants of Dokja's fluids continued to wet his trembling buttocks.

Every time Joonghyuk pulled his fingers out with a scooping motion, Dokja's vaginal opening was dragged out with them, revealing the deepest part which was very red and steaming. The white fluid that had filled Dokja's womb was now stirred until it frothed, spurting out and wetting Joonghyuk's hand up to the wrist and dripping heavily onto the floor.

Joonghyuk's free left hand gripped Dokja's protruding stomach, pressing it from the outside while his fingers worked to drain from the inside. The sensation of being pressed from two directions made Dokja feel as if his internal organs were being squeezed dry. He could no longer form clear words. His mouth was wide open, his tongue lolling weakly with saliva dripping heavily because the pleasure had surpassed the limits of sanity.

"Ah! ...Ah! ...Ahhh! D-don't... hngh! Ah! Ahhh!"

Joonghyuk's muscular arm appeared glistening due to Dokja's natural lubrication mixed with the Demon King's sweet blood, continuing to pump with a very fast motion.

Dokja's swollen vagina was now completely a mess, continuing to vomit clumps of white fluid every time Joonghyuk performed a downward sweeping motion. Dokja felt as if his womb was being forcibly emptied, but at the same time, his nerves screamed because of the stimulation that was so rough and deep on the most sensitive spot near his baby.

The atmosphere in the room grew even hotter; the air felt stifling from the scent of passion and sweat evaporating from their touching bodies. Joonghyuk's muscular hand still continued to work inside Dokja's passage, performing a draining motion that was very deep and pressing. Dokja could no longer withstand the shock to his nerves. His face was bright red, tears flowed heavily, and his breath was hitched.

"Joonghyuk... ah! I want to release... I'm going to cum!... ah!" Dokja rambled, his body convulsing wildly under Joonghyuk's restraint.

Joonghyuk did not stop. Instead, he pressed his fingers even harder, triggering stronger contractions in Dokja's pregnant womb. Because he could no longer bear the brutal stimulation, Dokja's body suddenly arched stiffly. From the blooming vagina, clear fluid mixed with milky white spurted out heavily like a fountain.

Splat! Squish!

The fluid spurted so much that it wet Dokja's protruding stomach, Joonghyuk's hand, and even wet the sheets beneath them in a wide puddle. Dokja panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling while his body still trembled with the remnants of the orgasm.

"Joonghyuk... hah... hah... stop..." Dokja whispered with a very weak and hoarse voice. He looked at Joonghyuk with weary eyes filled with extraordinary exhaustion. "I am so tired... please stop, okay? I'm afraid... I'm afraid something will happen to the baby in my womb if we continue like this."

Joonghyuk fell silent seeing Dokja's fragility. Dokja's concern as an expectant mother touched the soft side within him. He stared at Dokja's still gently throbbing protruding stomach, then nodded slowly as a sign that he understood. His dark lust subsided, replaced by a great protective sense.

Joonghyuk began to slowly pull his fingers out of Dokja's still wide-open passage.

Sploatch!

A very thick, wet popping sound was heard as Joonghyuk's fingers finally broke free from the swollen passage. Because the fluid inside was so plentiful and thick, long and elastic strings of milky white fluid were created, stretching to connect Joonghyuk's fingertips with Dokja's deep red labia. The fluid slowly elongated until it finally snapped and fell dripping back onto Dokja's thigh, creating a very dirty, sticky sensation.

Dokja's messy hole remained open, showing off the red inner flesh that was still releasing hot steam and seeping remnants of overflowing fluid. Their entire groin area was soaking wet with the combination of orgasmic fluid and hot sweat.

Joonghyuk then crawled up, embracing Dokja's weak body against his broad, hot chest. He buried his face in the crook of Dokja's wet neck, breathing in deeply the scent of the man he had claimed many times tonight.

"I love you, Kim Dokja," Joonghyuk whispered with a very low, heavy, and sincere voice right in Dokja's ear.

Dokja, who was completely exhausted, could only rest his head on Joonghyuk's shoulder, feeling the emperor's heart beating fast just like his own. The fear for his baby's safety subsided along with the warm embrace Joonghyuk gave as a promise of protection.

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Joonghyuk finally pulled away completely, letting his large body sit beside the weakly slumped Dokja. He helped Dokja to lie down in a more comfortable position, resting the man's back on a pile of soft pillows.

"I will clean your body, Dokja. This fluid will make you uncomfortable if left to dry," Joonghyuk murmured in a low voice while staring at the white splatters covering Dokja's thighs and stomach.

Dokja shook his head weakly, his eyelids feeling very heavy. "Later, Joonghyuk-ah... I am so tired..."

However, Joonghyuk was still Joonghyuk. His dominant nature and his desire to claim every inch of Dokja's body could not be simply contained. Instead of getting warm water, Joonghyuk instead crawled down to the end of the bed. He pulled Dokja's still weak legs wide open, revealing a very erotic view in the dim light of the room.

Dokja's vagina looked very red, swollen, and was still wide open from the previous brutal penetration. Thick white fluid mixed with clear seeped out very slicks, coating his buttocks and inner thighs with a hot glisten.

Without warning, Joonghyuk buried his face between Dokja's thighs.

"Ngh! J-Joonghyuk... what are... ah!"

Dokja jerked, his fingers gripping the sheets as he felt Joonghyuk's hot and rough tongue begin to lick his sensitive labia. Joonghyuk began to devour the fluid overflowing from there very greedily. He sucked the blooming red flesh, sipping every drop of seed and natural lubricant seeping out as if it were the most delicious meal.

Sluuurp... chup... splat...!

The sound of wet and noisy sucking filled the silence of the night. Joonghyuk used his tongue to enter the still-open passage, sweeping the slick and hot inner walls to eat the remnants of his own fluid left there. Dokja could only moan in a ramble, his head shaking wildly as he felt Joonghyuk's tongue stirring his inner parts, which were very sensitive due to the pregnancy.

"Ah! Ah! Joonghyuk-ah... it's d-dirty... hngh! Ah... hot..."

Joonghyuk buried his face deeper, ignoring the weak protests of Dokja, who had lost his strength. He opened his mouth wide, pressing his hot lips directly against the blooming and steaming flesh of Dokja's vagina. As soon as his long and rough tongue touched the swollen clitoris, Dokja shrieked loudly with his hips jerking upward.

The larger man began to use his tongue with very dirty and deep movements. He extended his tongue as hard as he could, stabbing into the hot and very slick passage. Joonghyuk's tongue moved in a circular motion inside, sweeping every inch of Dokja's womb walls, which were soft-textured and throbbing.

Slurp... squish... splat...!

The sound of the fluid being stirred by Joonghyuk's tongue was very loud and explicit. The emperor's tongue did not just lick from the outside; he curled his tongue inside Dokja's passage, performing very strong sweeping and sucking motions as if wanting to drain every last drop of the thick seed remaining there. Dokja could only moan in a ramble, his head shaking wildly as he felt the hard muscle of Joonghyuk's tongue pressing against the most sensitive spots inside his pregnant vagina.

"Ah! J-Joonghyuk... your tongue... ah! Too deep... Ahhh!"

Joonghyuk sucked Dokja's labia greedily, pulling the swollen red flesh into his mouth. He rotated his tongue with an impossible speed inside the wide-open hole, causing clear fluid mixed with milky white to again spurt and coat Joonghyuk's chin and nose.

Joonghyuk's handsome face was now soaking wet with Dokja's fluid, his tongue continuing to work in and out very nimbly inside the dark red and wrinkled passage. Every time Joonghyuk's tongue stabbed in, Dokja's passage seemed to suck it tightly, creating a hot sensation that burned Dokja's nerves until the man continuously shed tears of pleasure.

Joonghyuk did not stop until the passage was truly shiny and clean from the remnants of his fluid. He gave long licks from the anus up to the peak of Dokja's clitoris, worshiping every messy part with his hot saliva before finally giving one last very deep suction that left Dokja choking on his own moans.

Dokja whined long, the sound coming from his throat was no longer just a moan, but a broken groan laden with complete surrender. He felt as if his soul was being pulled out as he felt his vaginal passage, which had just been thoroughly pounded, now having to face a new colonization from Joonghyuk's mouth and tongue.

The heat from Joonghyuk's breath hitting his swollen flesh made Dokja shudder violently. When Joonghyuk's wide, rough, and muscular tongue licked from bottom to top, sweeping his clitoris which was tensing hard, Dokja felt an electric current sting directly to his womb.

"Nngghaaah! Joonghyuk... ah! Right there... it's so dirty... ahh!"

Dokja rambled, his fingers clawing the sheets until his nails turned white. The feeling of being colonized was so real; he felt very low yet very worshiped seeing the grand emperor kneeling between his thighs, devouring the dirty fluids coming from his body. In Dokja's blurred mind, he felt his vagina was being forced to open even wider just to accommodate Joonghyuk's tongue, which was now stabbing into his passage.

Slurp! Schlopp! Squish!

Every time Joonghyuk's tongue twisted inside, sweeping the walls of the passage sensitive from pregnancy, Dokja felt as if his brain was melting. He felt that tongue stirring the remnants of Joonghyuk's thick seed, creating a sensation that was extraordinarily pleasurable yet also shameful. Dokja felt very aroused, his body continuously demanding more even though his physical self had reached its limit.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! J-Joonghyuk... ahh, continue! Ngghh!"

Dokja's hand, which had been squeezing the sheets tightly, now slowly crept down, reaching for Joonghyuk's head, which was still busy licking his blooming red flesh.

"Nnggh... ah... Joonghyuk-ah..!"

Dokja's trembling fingers slipped into Joonghyuk's thick black hair, gripping it with an urgency that no longer asked to stop. Instead of pulling away, Dokja began to perform naughty movements; he lifted his hips slightly and began to rub his wet and swollen vagina exactly against Joonghyuk's face and forehead.

Squish! Splat!

Every rub created a dirty wet sound as the hot vaginal flesh met Joonghyuk's hard facial skin. Dokja groaned in pleasure, his eyes closed tightly with his face looking up. He deliberately pressed his passage, which was vomiting clear fluid, toward Joonghyuk's mouth, letting the emperor feel how hot and throbbing he was down there.

"Ah! Mmh... ah!"

Dokja rambled wildly, his breath racing as he felt Joonghyuk's head become the support for his peaking passion. He rubbed his tensing clitoris on Joonghyuk's nose and lips, letting his feminine fluids coat the man's entire face until it shone wet. The sight was very pornographic; the pregnant Demon King now appeared so hungry for stimulation, using his husband's head as a tool to satisfy his still wide-open passage.

Joonghyuk responded to Dokja's naughty movements with a more brutal suction. He opened his mouth wider, catching Dokja's vaginal flesh that was being rubbed against him and sucking it with a very loud 'chup' sound. Dokja jerked violently, his wide-open legs trembling uncontrollably as he felt Joonghyuk's tongue again stab inside in the middle of that wild rubbing.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! J-Joonghyuk! Y-you... nnggh... I-I could release again... ahhh!"

The atmosphere became very hot and soaking wet. Dokja felt as if all his nerves were on fire as Joonghyuk's tongue stabbed into his passage along with his increasingly fast hip rubbing. Their sweat mixed with saliva and orgasmic fluid, creating a very sticky puddle on the bed, which continued to creak following the shaking of their bodies.

Dokja completely lost control; he continued to squeeze Joonghyuk's hair while moving his vagina over the man's face very naughtily.

Joonghyuk did not wait any longer. Feeling Dokja's body trembling violently above his head, he knew Dokja was at the limit. With one very strong and deep suction, Joonghyuk sucked the entirety of Dokja's swollen labia into his mouth, squeezing every bit of sensitive flesh there.

"AHH!"

Dokja shrieked hysterically, a scream full of pleasure and surrender. His body tensed stiffly, arching significantly on the bed, which was now creaking because of the powerful contractions. From inside his passage, thick white fluid spurted out with the force of a fountain, spraying heavily and hitting Joonghyuk's face directly.

Splat! Splut! SQUISH!

The fluid was so much, flooding Joonghyuk's entire face. It hit his eyes, nose, lips, and even entered Joonghyuk's still-open mouth. Joonghyuk coughed slightly, but he did not release his suction. He continued to suck strongly on Dokja's passage, which was still vomiting fluid, drinking every drop that came out as if it were the nectar of life.

Dokja slumped weakly, his breath ragged, while tears flowed heavily from the corners of his eyes. His body trembled uncontrollably. Dokja's overflowing fluid wet Joonghyuk's hair, until it dripped to his neck and sweaty broad chest.

After Dokja finally stopped vomiting his fluid, he slowly loosened his grip on Joonghyuk's hair. With his remaining strength, Dokja tilted Joonghyuk's head up, lifting the man's face so they could look at each other. Joonghyuk's face was soaking wet with Dokja's thick white fluid. His dark eyes stared at Dokja with a look full of triumph and lust that had not yet fully subsided.

Joonghyuk did not show a shred of disgust. With his wet tongue, he slowly licked the corner of his lips, tasting Dokja's fluid. Then, with a very hot sensual motion, he licked the remaining white fluid coating his cheeks and wiped it with his rough fingers. He looked at Dokja with a thin smirk, as if telling him that he had eaten every inch of Dokja.

Dokja could only stare at him, his face flushing deep red from shame and passion. He felt truly possessed, destroyed, and filled by Joonghyuk to the deepest core of his soul. The room now smelled very strongly of sperm, sweat, and orgasmic fluid, a silent witness to the dirtiest and most brutal union they had ever performed.

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